"No poison is crueler than what nature grows in peace."
The woods of Everwealth do not rely solely on beast or blade to kill the unprepared, The Thorned Edge grows all around them, waiting. Fields marred by yellow tufts of Razorwheat might look golden at sunset, but each stalk is thin as a knife, sharp enough to shear flesh from shin if crossed in haste. Travelers who stumble through such fields rarely emerge unscathed. Woven throughout denser glades are the cursed Burnbrambles, twisted vines that exude a magickal effect that burns all who touch it, perhaps not a visible fire, but one that lingers, that peels skin and festers all the same. And nestled like flowers in death’s bouquet, the notorious Bomblossoms bloom. Their vibrant petals conceal volatile seed-pods that explode on touch or temperature change, launching barbed seeds into anything foolish enough to investigate. No great magick lingers in these plants, only pain, cunning, and an evolutionary disdain for peace.